Shock, astonishment, curiosity, mockery, doubt …
Everyone's eyes in the hall were instantly focused on Zhou Hong, who was holding a long sword in his hand!
Many of the guests present knew Zhou Hong, and some had never seen him before. Everyone looked at each other, not understanding what he was doing.
Yu Wanting's eyes widened in surprise. She felt that she didn't know Zhou Hong anymore. The Zhou Hong in front of her was definitely not the cautious person who spoke and acted cautiously!
Tang Wenwen shook her head speechlessly. This person was crazy. Even if he wanted to be in the limelight, this was not the way to do it.
Chang An desperately winked at Zhou Hong, hoping to make him sober up.
The president of the Jiangnan Collectors Association had a good impression of Zhou Hong and didn't want him to get into trouble.
The current situation was clearly a battle between Liao Zhenhai and Yu Juncai. With the addition of the Dongsang people from the Yuanhai Group, even Chang An was not qualified to speak. If Zhou Hong suddenly got involved, he would be crushed to pieces!
And at this moment, Zhou Hong took out the sword, which was very funny. Yu Juncai spent nearly 30 million to buy the Killer Generalissimo sword, but it was no match for Sato Masahiko at all. Was his sword stronger than the Killer Generalissimo sword?
Chang An knew that Zhou Hong didn't have a hobby of collecting swords, and it was impossible for him to spend tens of millions to buy a top master sword.
The young man was impulsive!
However, Zhou Hong ignored Chang An's kind reminder and looked straight at Yu Juncai.
Yu Juncai was stunned.
He knew Zhou Hong because of Chang An's recommendation. He didn't appreciate this young man who had no background.
However, someone had whispered to him in private that Yu Wanting and Zhou Hong seemed to get along well.
But Yu Juncai didn't take it to heart.
The apple of his eye was not something that someone like Zhou Hong could pry away.
He didn't expect that Zhou Hong would stand up for him when he was facing the biggest humiliation of his life!
At this moment, Yu Juncai had a better impression of Zhou Hong.
Whether Zhou Hong's action was brainless and reckless or he wanted to be in the limelight, at least he helped him avoid a more embarrassing situation.
As for the long sword Zhou Hong gave him.
Yu Juncai shook his head.
He didn't think this sword could do anything. Why should he let Sato Masahiko humiliate him again?
Yu Juncai was about to refuse when he suddenly found that Zhou Hong looked at him with the words "trust me" in his eyes.
Incomparable determination and confidence!
It was precisely this determination and confidence that moved Yu Juncai, and also made him dispel the idea of immediately admitting defeat.
I'll believe you this time!
Yu Juncai clenched his teeth and reached out to take the long sword that Zhou Hong was holding in front of him.
He smiled and said, "If you didn't mention it, I would have forgotten about this sword."
In any case, he had already lost all his face, so it wouldn't make a difference no matter how much he lost.
Zhou Hong immediately retreated to the side as if a heavy burden had been lifted off his shoulders.
This was the most courageous thing he had ever done in his life. Being watched by so many important people, he felt extremely pressured.
After calming down a little, Zhou Hong realized that his back was soaked in sweat.
However, he didn't regret his impulsiveness at all.
Even if Yu Juncai was not Yu Wanting's father, if it were any other Da Xia that had been forced to this extent by Sato Masahiko, Zhou Hong would still step forward bravely!
Zhou Hong's great grandfather had sacrificed himself in the Third War of Defending the Nation against Dongsang. His grandfather and father had taught him to always be vigilant against the people of Dongsang.
Even if it was a peaceful and mainstream world now.
Sato Masahiko glanced at Zhou Hong with some curiosity, and then turned his attention back to Yu Juncai. "Mr. Yu, do you want to compete again?"
Sato Masahiko didn't care what tricks his opponent was playing, because in his opinion, the masterpiece of Master Cang Chui Heiga in his hand was invincible. Tonight was the time to make a name for himself!
"Yes!"
Yu Juncai took a deep breath and suddenly unsheathed his sword. "Of course I want to compete again!"
He didn't know why, but when he held the Fantasy Star Sword, he spontaneously felt connected to the sword in his hand, which gave him a strong sense of confidence.
It was as if the sword had a soul!
Whoosh!
The sound of the long sword being unsheathed was very soft, like a small hammer hitting the piano board, and the sound lingered in the air endlessly.
In the next moment, everyone's eyes were dazzled by the sudden burst of sword light.
The body of the long sword was exceptionally bright, and under the illumination of the room's lights, it glowed with thousands of stars, as if it had merged with the Milky Way. There was a kind of soul-stirring magnificence!
Yu Juncai couldn't help but be surprised.
He had collected hundreds of master swords and famous swords, and had seen countless fine swords, but he had never seen such a "beautiful" long sword.
On the opposite side, Sato Masahiko closed his eyes and opened them again, a trace of anger in them.
What kind of fancy thing was this? It was trash compared to the Skycloud Spirit in his hand. Using it to compete was an insult to Master Cang Chui Heiga!
So Sato Masahiko decided to teach Yu Juncai a lesson this time.
"Please enlighten me!"
Before his voice died away, he swung his sword at Yu Juncai again, and the speed of the sword was at least twice as fast as before.
This sword was not meant to hurt, but to steal the soul!
Yu Juncai was shocked, and all the hair on his body stood on end.
He could clearly feel the sword intent from Sato Masahiko's sword. As a professional swordsman, his instincts were instantly stimulated, and he subconsciously raised his long sword to block his opponent's attack.
The Fantasy Star Sword drew a resplendent arc of light from bottom to top, silently colliding with the Sky Cloud Imperial Soul Sword!
At this moment, all the onlookers held their breath, and the whole hall seemed to be petrified.
Then, the Heavenly Cloud Imperial Soul Sword was cut into two by the Fantasy Star Sword as if it was made of paper.
The broken sword fell and stabbed right next to the broken sword!
It was like a pair of brothers in the same boat.
What!
Sato Masahiko, whose hand suddenly became lighter, lost his composure on the spot. His eyes almost popped out of their sockets, and the blood in his chest surged. He was so depressed that he wanted to vomit!
This was the Skycloud Spirit Sword, which had been fused with an extraordinary item, and it was a peerless blade that Master Cang Chui Heiga had painstakingly spent three years refining. How could it be cut in half by a fancy long sword?
Impossible, it couldn't be real!
His face suddenly became ferocious, and his bloodthirsty eyes stared at Yu Juncai as if he wanted to eat him!
Yu Juncai also didn't expect the Fantasy Star Sword in his hand to be so sharp. He didn't even feel the feedback force of the collision, but Sato Masahiko's sword was cut in half.
It was like cutting a melon or chopping vegetables.
But Sato Masahiko's sudden burst of killing intent made him have no time to think about the reason. He clenched the long sword and sneered, "You let me win."
He returned all the slaps that Sato Masahiko had slapped on Yu Juncai's face just now!
The atmosphere between the two sides was even more tense than before!
Sato Masahiko suddenly closed his eyes.
He took a deep breath, and when he opened his eyes again, he had already regained his composure.
The man from Dongsang bowed and said, "Thank you for your advice!"
After that, he turned around and left!
Liao Zhenhai, who had brought Sato Masahiko in, looked very embarrassed. He gave a hollow laugh and said, "Sorry to disturb you, Chairman Yu."
He quickly left with Sato Masahiko with his men, but he looked quite embarrassed.
Clap! Clap! Clap!
Warm applause suddenly rang out in the hall, and the happy and relaxed atmosphere returned.
Chairman Yu was mighty!
The guests gathered again and congratulated Yu Juncai — it was a beautiful victory!
"That's not my doing."
Yu Juncai waved his hand. He put the Fantasy Star Sword back into its scabbard and reluctantly handed it back to Zhou Hong. "Thanks to little brother Zhou Hong's sword, otherwise I would have made a fool of myself today!"
Although he liked the sword very much, Yu Juncai was not shameless enough to take the treasure of the person who had helped him.
Zhou Hong took the Fantasy Star Sword.
His eyes looked at Yu Wanting, who was standing beside Yu Juncai at the moment.
The beautiful woman's beautiful eyes were full of gratitude and joy, and she wanted to say something.
A rush of blood suddenly rushed to his head. Zhou Hong handed the Fantasy Star Sword to Yu Wanting without thinking. "Wanting, next Friday is your birthday. This Fantasy Star Sword is my birthday gift to you in advance. Please accept it!"
Shock, astonishment, curiosity, snickering, speechlessness …
Yu Wanting's face was red and she was at a loss. Tang Wenwen was embarrassed and embarrassed, and Chang An laughed.
The guests looked at each other.
Yu Juncai's expression was very strange, as if he was angry and snickering.
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